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Dave didn't know what to say to Trish. Trish was pacing the floor and talking to herself. She finally turned to him, "What was she thinking?"
Dave didn't know how to answer that. He started to open his mouth but Trish interjected.
"She's a senior in high school. She's only 17. She's just a kid herself." Trish said starting to pace again.
"Sure wasn't a kid in the sack." Dave thought to himself and then shook his head. "I can't be thinking like that." He sat down and put his head in his hands. He was going to have to tell Trish about him and Melissa, that was something that he couldn't hide anymore. How would Trish react? How would he tell her that he was about to be a father of four kids?
The front door opened and Melissa walked in looking pale and frightened. She shut the door and had tears streaming down her face.
Trish had planned on yelling at her the instant she came home, but the sight of her just broke her heart. "Missy?" Trish said lightly.
Melissa took a deep breath, "Connie told me that she left some stuff on the kitchen counter, and I can only guess that one of you if not both of you found it and read it." She started to cry a little more. "Well I don't know what to say yet. It's still a shock. I haven't told mom yet because I'm scared to death, and I don't know what to do."
Trish went to her and held her. "Hon.If you need to talk, I'm here. I know that I'm not around a lot, but I'll be home until tomorrow. But, you can't hide this forever."
Melissa nodded, "I know, I just have to figure some things out. But you'll be the first one I talk to." She glanced at Dave, and then looked to Trish, "Could I get the stuff from the kitchen?"
Trish motioned to Dave. Dave grabbed the stuff and handed it to her.
Melissa looked into his eyes giving him no choice but to look at her. "Thanks. I'm going to go to my room for awhile." She turned and went upstairs.
Trish sat down and rested her head on Dave's shoulder. "I want to be mad, but I can't. Look at her Dave. She's so scared and depressed. I'm worried about her. I mean, she's 17, she was trying to accomplish her dreams, and now she can't even try to do that."
Dave felt so bad. He was so drunk that he didn't even think about protection. He had been so wrapped up in the fact that she liked sex the way he did that he didn't even stop to think twice and now look what happened. Everything Melissa was going through and putting herself through was also his fault. "Trish is right, she's throwing away her dreams all because of our night together." Dave thought to himself. He knew that he needed to go upstairs and talk to her. "Hey Trish, why don't you go and pick up her favorite food and we'll have that for dinner?"
Trish smiled, "That's a great idea! Why don't you set the table real nice, and we'll try to cheer her up."
"No problemo." He said kissing her on the cheek.
Trish left. Dave quickly set the table and went up to Melissa's room. He knocked on the door. He was greeted by a teary-sounding "Come in."
Dave opened the door and found Melissa sitting at her desk crying. He sat down on the end of the bed. "I think we need to talk."
Melissa spun around in her chair, "You shouldn't be in here, Trish will."
Dave put his finger to her lips, "Trish isn't here, you don't have to worry."
As much as Melissa hated to admit it, Dave really did something to her. In the dark with only the candles lighting the room, it made Dave appear really mysterious and when he put his finger to her lips, it made her tremble. Her sister was a very lucky woman.
"Tell me something Dave, Would you support me in whatever decision I make about the baby or have you already made up your mind?" Melissa said to him.
"I think that it's something we should talk about, but yes I will support you in whatever decision you make. Although, I like to think of it as whatever decision we make." Dave said to her.
"Look, I have to tell Trish the truth. I can't lie about this anymore. It's killing me. I know that once I'm not an emotional basketcase, she's going to ask who the father is, and I can't not tell her. All of your kids look too much like you." Melissa said to him.
Dave nodded. "I know, and we'll tell Trish together, I don't want you putting the whole weight on your shoulders."
"Dave, can I just be real open and honest with you about this whole thing?" Melissa asked him.
"Of course you can, go ahead, tell me what's on your mind." Dave said rubbing her back.
"I contemplated not telling anyone. I thought about going and having an abortion, and that way no one would know. You and Trish's lives wouldn't get ruined, I could still graduate with my friends, and I could go to wrestling school, and life would be fine. I talked to Connie about it. She's had an abortion before, so I knew that she would be honest with me. I helped her through it. We talked about it a little, but I wasn't sure if I could do that. So we watched some tv and I started having really sharp pains. Connie drove me to the clinic and they couldn't find anything, so they did an ultrasound. On the ultrasound, they let me hear the heart beat and the blood flow, and they couldn't find anything wrong, so they said that the pains were from the baby burrowing in to find a comfy spot." Melissa stood up and grabbed the ultrasound picture and pointed out where the heart was, "There's your fourth child."
"So you're not going to have an abortion?" Dave asked cautiously. He didn't want to think ahead of her.
"I can't. Once the doctor showed me everything, and let me hear the heart beating, I couldn't even consider it. Besides, it wouldn't have been fair to you." Melissa said shaking her head.
Dave rubbed her back, "I will be there for whatever you need."
"The worst part, is telling Trish and my parents the truth. My friends don't really need to know, and only Connie knows. Dave, I've thought a little about adoption, but I don't know if I could do that either. I have a really hard time justifying it to my heart. But, on the other hand, I'm 17 years old. I'm a senior in high school. What if I'm an awful mom?" Melissa said to him with tears in her eyes, "Dave, I don't know what to do."
"Listen, for right now, let's worry about." Dave started to say when they heard the front door shut.
"Dave, Melissa, dinner time!" Trish called out.
They stood up and Dave hugged Melissa close. "Come on, I'll tell her."
They walked downstairs. "Missy, I got your all-time favorite for dinner." Trish said showing her. "I thought maybe it would cheer you up."
Trish was going out of her way to make her feel better, and it was killing Melissa. "Trish," Melissa started to say, but the tears and the sobs overwhelmed her.
Trish dropped everything and went over to her. "I know you're scared and I know things seem bad right now, but don't you worry. We'll make sure that the baby's dad is aware of his child, and if he isn't willing to help or if he doesn't want a chance at a relationship then we'll go from there."
Melissa was bordering on hysterical and Dave knew that that wasn't healthy for her. Especially if she was already having weird pains. "Trish, we have to talk."
"Dave, I'm a little busy right now." Trish said holding Melissa.
"No Trish, we need to talk, it's important." Dave reiterated to Trish.
"Dave, we can talk later. We have an important matter at hand." Trish said in an impatient tone.
Dave shook his head. Trish was talking to Melissa quietly trying to get her to calm down. Melissa was telling her to talk to Dave. Finally Dave said, "Trish it's mine."
"Dave, your box is marked, go ahead and eat." Trish said thinking he asked what's his for dinner. She rolled her eyes and went back to talking to Melissa.
Dave had had it. He knew what he had to do, and he had to take drastic measures. He stood up, cleared his throat, and an a slightly louder voice he said, "Trish, the baby is mine."
**Well, what do you think is going to happen? How is Trish going to react? What about Dave and Melissa? Please read and review!!**
Dave didn't know what to say to Trish. Trish was pacing the floor and talking to herself. She finally turned to him, "What was she thinking?"
Dave didn't know how to answer that. He started to open his mouth but Trish interjected.
"She's a senior in high school. She's only 17. She's just a kid herself." Trish said starting to pace again.
"Sure wasn't a kid in the sack." Dave thought to himself and then shook his head. "I can't be thinking like that." He sat down and put his head in his hands. He was going to have to tell Trish about him and Melissa, that was something that he couldn't hide anymore. How would Trish react? How would he tell her that he was about to be a father of four kids?
The front door opened and Melissa walked in looking pale and frightened. She shut the door and had tears streaming down her face.
Trish had planned on yelling at her the instant she came home, but the sight of her just broke her heart. "Missy?" Trish said lightly.
Melissa took a deep breath, "Connie told me that she left some stuff on the kitchen counter, and I can only guess that one of you if not both of you found it and read it." She started to cry a little more. "Well I don't know what to say yet. It's still a shock. I haven't told mom yet because I'm scared to death, and I don't know what to do."
Trish went to her and held her. "Hon.If you need to talk, I'm here. I know that I'm not around a lot, but I'll be home until tomorrow. But, you can't hide this forever."
Melissa nodded, "I know, I just have to figure some things out. But you'll be the first one I talk to." She glanced at Dave, and then looked to Trish, "Could I get the stuff from the kitchen?"
Trish motioned to Dave. Dave grabbed the stuff and handed it to her.
Melissa looked into his eyes giving him no choice but to look at her. "Thanks. I'm going to go to my room for awhile." She turned and went upstairs.
Trish sat down and rested her head on Dave's shoulder. "I want to be mad, but I can't. Look at her Dave. She's so scared and depressed. I'm worried about her. I mean, she's 17, she was trying to accomplish her dreams, and now she can't even try to do that."
Dave felt so bad. He was so drunk that he didn't even think about protection. He had been so wrapped up in the fact that she liked sex the way he did that he didn't even stop to think twice and now look what happened. Everything Melissa was going through and putting herself through was also his fault. "Trish is right, she's throwing away her dreams all because of our night together." Dave thought to himself. He knew that he needed to go upstairs and talk to her. "Hey Trish, why don't you go and pick up her favorite food and we'll have that for dinner?"
Trish smiled, "That's a great idea! Why don't you set the table real nice, and we'll try to cheer her up."
"No problemo." He said kissing her on the cheek.
Trish left. Dave quickly set the table and went up to Melissa's room. He knocked on the door. He was greeted by a teary-sounding "Come in."
Dave opened the door and found Melissa sitting at her desk crying. He sat down on the end of the bed. "I think we need to talk."
Melissa spun around in her chair, "You shouldn't be in here, Trish will."
Dave put his finger to her lips, "Trish isn't here, you don't have to worry."
As much as Melissa hated to admit it, Dave really did something to her. In the dark with only the candles lighting the room, it made Dave appear really mysterious and when he put his finger to her lips, it made her tremble. Her sister was a very lucky woman.
"Tell me something Dave, Would you support me in whatever decision I make about the baby or have you already made up your mind?" Melissa said to him.
"I think that it's something we should talk about, but yes I will support you in whatever decision you make. Although, I like to think of it as whatever decision we make." Dave said to her.
"Look, I have to tell Trish the truth. I can't lie about this anymore. It's killing me. I know that once I'm not an emotional basketcase, she's going to ask who the father is, and I can't not tell her. All of your kids look too much like you." Melissa said to him.
Dave nodded. "I know, and we'll tell Trish together, I don't want you putting the whole weight on your shoulders."
"Dave, can I just be real open and honest with you about this whole thing?" Melissa asked him.
"Of course you can, go ahead, tell me what's on your mind." Dave said rubbing her back.
"I contemplated not telling anyone. I thought about going and having an abortion, and that way no one would know. You and Trish's lives wouldn't get ruined, I could still graduate with my friends, and I could go to wrestling school, and life would be fine. I talked to Connie about it. She's had an abortion before, so I knew that she would be honest with me. I helped her through it. We talked about it a little, but I wasn't sure if I could do that. So we watched some tv and I started having really sharp pains. Connie drove me to the clinic and they couldn't find anything, so they did an ultrasound. On the ultrasound, they let me hear the heart beat and the blood flow, and they couldn't find anything wrong, so they said that the pains were from the baby burrowing in to find a comfy spot." Melissa stood up and grabbed the ultrasound picture and pointed out where the heart was, "There's your fourth child."
"So you're not going to have an abortion?" Dave asked cautiously. He didn't want to think ahead of her.
"I can't. Once the doctor showed me everything, and let me hear the heart beating, I couldn't even consider it. Besides, it wouldn't have been fair to you." Melissa said shaking her head.
Dave rubbed her back, "I will be there for whatever you need."
"The worst part, is telling Trish and my parents the truth. My friends don't really need to know, and only Connie knows. Dave, I've thought a little about adoption, but I don't know if I could do that either. I have a really hard time justifying it to my heart. But, on the other hand, I'm 17 years old. I'm a senior in high school. What if I'm an awful mom?" Melissa said to him with tears in her eyes, "Dave, I don't know what to do."
"Listen, for right now, let's worry about." Dave started to say when they heard the front door shut.
"Dave, Melissa, dinner time!" Trish called out.
They stood up and Dave hugged Melissa close. "Come on, I'll tell her."
They walked downstairs. "Missy, I got your all-time favorite for dinner." Trish said showing her. "I thought maybe it would cheer you up."
Trish was going out of her way to make her feel better, and it was killing Melissa. "Trish," Melissa started to say, but the tears and the sobs overwhelmed her.
Trish dropped everything and went over to her. "I know you're scared and I know things seem bad right now, but don't you worry. We'll make sure that the baby's dad is aware of his child, and if he isn't willing to help or if he doesn't want a chance at a relationship then we'll go from there."
Melissa was bordering on hysterical and Dave knew that that wasn't healthy for her. Especially if she was already having weird pains. "Trish, we have to talk."
"Dave, I'm a little busy right now." Trish said holding Melissa.
"No Trish, we need to talk, it's important." Dave reiterated to Trish.
"Dave, we can talk later. We have an important matter at hand." Trish said in an impatient tone.
Dave shook his head. Trish was talking to Melissa quietly trying to get her to calm down. Melissa was telling her to talk to Dave. Finally Dave said, "Trish it's mine."
"Dave, your box is marked, go ahead and eat." Trish said thinking he asked what's his for dinner. She rolled her eyes and went back to talking to Melissa.
Dave had had it. He knew what he had to do, and he had to take drastic measures. He stood up, cleared his throat, and an a slightly louder voice he said, "Trish, the baby is mine."
**Well, what do you think is going to happen? How is Trish going to react? What about Dave and Melissa? Please read and review!!**